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Mar 2013
I breathe in.
I forget your taste.
I breathe out.
I forget your face.
I lay there.
Eyes closed.
And I forget your name.
But you keep pushing back in.
And you put back everything I had just pushed out.
I know this is a trap.
But it's so inviting.
Ariana Strange
Written by
Ariana Strange  California.
(California.)   
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   Eulalie
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